Black Blood

Two days later, he woke up strapped in a hospital bed
Next to another man who wanted to be dead
Started writing his own eulogy
Ashamed of the kind of man he’d turned out to be
He had black blood running up his veins as thick as grit
Mouth corner stains and stomach pains and charcoal-black spit
He’d forgotten what was holy, he thought, “This is it”
Long ago, he had resigned to being a piece of shit

Why you gotta keep on torturing me?
Jesus, I admit it, I’m a big fucking phony
I locked myself up in prison and I threw away the key
But I’m tired of being tortured Lord, I just want to be free

He had a certain respect for the Earth like probably nobody should
Probably the kindness, he’d grew up in a pretty old house beside the woods
Where his little sister would always be his best friend
But even she would be betrayed by him before the end
He is survived by four pretty sisters and a mom and a dad
And what was left of the love of the woman he once had
His last words when reminded what his legacy would be
He said, "I’m not worth remembering, just forget about me"

Why you gotta keep on torturing us?
Haven’t I paid enough for all the drugs that I done?
My poor mother’s praying that you take back her only son
Why you gotta keep on torturing yourself?
You are directly responsible for your own poor mental health
I locked myself up in prison and I threw away the key
But I’m tired of being tortured Lord, I just want to be free